The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 567 Concert

"Is he really that temperamental?"

When A-Qing, Mo-Mo, and Ling-Ren heard the receptionist say that the improvement in service quality was strongly related to the speed and force of the district head's punches, they were all stunned.

"Well, you're from Tangjia Town, so I'm not afraid to just say it directly."

As the receptionist led everyone to their seats, she whispered to them:

"Before the boss was promoted, he didn't care about the performance of Chunshan Grassland at all. He was only concerned with protecting the ancestral land. At that time, the grassland's operating policy was to close at three o'clock every day and see how much ticket revenue could be generated."

“After deducting operating costs and taxes, the remaining ticket revenue is used to hire a theater troupe to perform on-site. It’s like the owner provides the venue, and tourists crowdfund to hire a theater troupe to perform.”

"Ever since the boss was promoted and labeled as an obstacle to the development of tourism in Botou, he has started his own drama troupe and band for performances at the Zhama Banquet and bonfire parties and concerts."

“Operating costs have increased, and ticket prices have risen from 268 two years ago to 398 now.”

The Zama Banquet includes food, drinks, performances, and a small amount of fireworks and local mare's milk wine at the bonfire party.

The costs are fixed, and whether the theatrical performance is good or not depends on the crowdfunding from tourists on the day.

But things are different now; a standard and process have been set for the operating costs of scenic spots.

With more tourists, there are performances every day.

With fewer tourists, the show is held every two or three days, saving on material costs except for labor.

"At least now, I can accept a price of 400 yuan per person if I bring my family to spend money here." The receptionist finished talking about the changes in Chunshan Grassland and then sighed.

Obviously.

The changes at the Chunshan Grassland Scenic Area are so dramatic that even she, as someone who experienced them firsthand, felt bewildered.

"So, we've caught a lucky break?" A-Qing sat in her chair, looking at Tang You beside her with a hint of curiosity, and asked, "Can I share the boss's story from earlier in the live stream?"

Previously, after listening to Tang You's complaints, A Qing didn't dare to turn on her own live stream, for fear of causing trouble for Tang You.

But seeing the banquet hall's well-defined lighting and high-quality decor, and hearing from the receptionist that she was willing to spend money, Ah Qing suddenly felt that she should be able to start a live stream.

after all
The highest praise an employee can give to their own business is: I'm willing to spend money at my workplace even without employee discounts.

"Go ahead and start! It's fine," Tang You waved her hand, not caring much about A Qing's live stream.

The sole purpose of the Chunshan Grassland Scenic Area, for the big boss behind it, aside from its initial commemorative significance, is currently to raise his own horses.

Whether it's good or bad, it's all the same. I never expected to get rich here. A small loss is a huge gain.

Besides
A Qing's live stream is definitely positive publicity for the Chunshan Grassland Scenic Area.

"Promotion to officer."

"He wasn't promoted by An. If An had promoted him, he would be the one squatting under the table now, not me."

The little fox, his face full of black lines, lay on Ah Qing's lap and started to complain.

The tabletops are all long and narrow, arranged side by side to form a tiered banquet hall.

Aqing was afraid that the little fox would throw sauce or other things in front of it while eating, so this time it didn't sit on the table and could only move around on Aqing's or other people's laps.

As for Yaoquan Mountain Lord, there isn't even a ticket available.

If Yaoquanshanjun comes, there will absolutely be no other tourists in the yurt now.

Soon, the Zama Banquet performance began.

The music that was playing suddenly changed.

Escorted by security personnel, a wood-burning stove was brought onto the stage.

People dressed in shamanic robes entered and began chanting sacrificial rites around the bonfire. Some tourists, dressed in northern-style clothing, were also invited in. "Hmm," Ah Qing glanced at Tang You.

"They all paid extra," Tang You shrugged. "In the past, anyone who attended the Zha Ma Banquet would have matching costumes, and others would pay extra to wear royal or aristocratic attire, to participate in the subsequent cattle and sheep division."

"As for now, I don't really understand either. The only thing I know is that they've increased the price. But it might be related to hygiene regulations?"

All employees in the food service industry are required to obtain a health certificate every year.

Allowing tourists who pay extra to dress in the attire of royalty to butcher cattle and sheep is clearly against hygiene regulations.

"Oh, so it's because of the extra money." Upon hearing this, Ah Qing nodded and told the viewers in the live stream about the boss's embarrassing story.

After the shamanic ritual concluded, it was the turn of the people dressed in the attire of a northern prince, wearing black rubber gloves and wielding Mongolian knives, to begin butchering the beef and mutton.

Then, a group of waiters dressed in traditional clothing carried large wooden trays and served dishes together with female waiters who came out from the kitchen.

The essential ingredients for the Zhama Banquet—beef and mutton, milk tea, and dairy products—are placed together on the tourists' tables, along with six other dishes.

Although the portions of the other dishes were average, the two pounds of roasted beef and mutton was enough to fill one up. Finally, the waiters, seemingly a little reluctant, brought the mint, lettuce, and perilla leaves to the table.

A proper Zama banquet.

There are no vegetables here, it's all tea. In the past, the Central Plains dynasties controlled the northern frontier not only through military force, but also through resources, with tea being a major component.

But tourists come from all over the country. If you force them to eat a full meat feast, they might smile and say something, but then call you back and complain about you.

Although it goes against the traditions of our ancestors.

But the owner of Spring Mountain Grassland clearly didn't want to be dragged to the boxing ring by the city leaders to fight.

Everything that needed to be included was provided at once.

Dancers dressed in court attire entertained guests with soothing music and traditional dance performances while they enjoyed the food.

Until.

As the banquet drew to a close, the waiters once again came out from the kitchen and served the distinguished guests a cup of tea in a covered bowl to aid their digestion.

At this moment, the host, dressed in princely attire, returned to the stage, beaming with smiles, and began:

"Distinguished guests, the evening's program is only now beginning."

"We cordially invite our well-rested distinguished guests to move to the grassland and enjoy a concert featuring throat singing and rock music performed by our renowned Botou band, along with a grand fireworks display!"

As if in response to the host's words, a deep drumbeat and bass melody came from outside the yurt, spreading across the grassland.

"Isn't it a bonfire party?"

When Aqing heard what the host said, and heard the sound of war drums like thousands of horses galloping from the direction of the grassland, she couldn't help but ask Tang You with a hint of surprise.

"How was I supposed to know there would be such a grand scene?" Tang You muttered to herself.

They originally thought the concert would just be a few people playing instruments and singing around a campfire.

But the low-pitched vibrations from the yurts carried to the banquet hall.

Everyone clearly realized this.

This concert might be a serious concert, not just the musical performances and singing that I had previously imagined.

"A concert?" An Sheng heard the powerful booming sound coming from outside and couldn't help but show a look of delight:

"Isn't this..."

"If An goes on stage and shouts a couple of times, the sound system should be able to carry the moans deep into the grasslands?"

(End of this chapter)